You are drunk, all your friends are already home and you just walked out of the club on the streets. No girl is with you, you left your ex Cameron three weeks ago, well maybe it was a mutual breakup. Nevertheless it was the right decision. You had some great years and even when the sex was good it was never what you truly desired. You never had the courage to act out your fetish cause you feared that Cameron would tell anyone and with the word spread you must fear to lose your business and your business is all about power and control. They would stop respecting you.
So you stand alone on the street in the dark of the night and all over are drunk people heading home. Sexually frustated. What a bullshit you think and walk down the streets. How can you be that rich and powerful yet don’t get what you want. You turn into an alley which leads you to a path through the woods. Your villa is on the other side of the hill and often when you are at the nightlife district, you walk home to become sober. Every fifty meter is a dusky lantern but you still feel safe because just few people know this path and barely meet people on your way home.
After fifteen minutes of walking alone in the night, you see a woman ahead you. She is wearing a mini skirt and provocative top. In her left hand she carries her high heels. You are way faster than her and as you get close to her, you can tell she is pretty drunk cause she can’t walk straight.
Then she stops and turns around, eyeing you suspiciously. You look in her face and you are not sure if she is drunk or just a drug addict cause she looks very run-down.
‘She must be a prostitute’ you think. About five minutes away is a crossing and one path leads to your house and the area of richer people while the other patch leads down the hill to the redlight-district and suburbs. You know that sometimes hookers try there luck at the nightlife district, she must be one.
“What are you looking at”, she hisses at you.
You start to think quickly: ‘She won’t remember anything, i bet she is on her way to her dealer. That means nobody will find out.’
“You wanna make some money?” you ask her.
She looks around, licking her lips but not in anticipation you realize, she must be scared, beeing alone in the woods and nobody to see you two.
“Get away, i fucked to whole night and i just want to get home”, she tells you and lights her cigarette.
“I don’t want to fuck”, you answer, “maybe you can do something else with me, something rough.”
She is puzzled: “What are you talking about? Are you a perv or something?”
You look around worrying that someone might hear your next words, but you two are alone so you gather all your courage: “I will pay you for kicking my balls.”
The girl is speechless for a moment but then she starts laughing: “Go away you little pervert. You are such a loser.”
With that she turns around and starts walking, strangely her words gave you a hard-on.
